Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant! by White Moon Lake

Chapter 539: Chapter 539 Su Lu sent a message to Jing Qiao.

deep: You don't need to bring lunch for Big Brother today, someone else has taken care of it.

Jo: Who's covering? Jing Qiao was somewhat curious and, of course, a bit embarrassed because she didn't have tto cook and bring lunch to her brother today anyway.

Song Boyuan seemed to finally relax and was sleeping soundly in the car, showing no signs of waking up, so Jing Qiao didn't call out to wake him.

She simply couldn't bear to disturb him.

The weary shadows under his eyes were very distinct, especially since Song Boyuan naturally had a pale complexion; hence the dark circles under his eyes were hard to ignore.

Jing Qiao even had the driver stop in front of a store where she went in to buy a pink, floral-patterned thin blanket for a nap and covered him with it.

He didn't wake up.

His phone was constantly lighting up on the rear seat's center armrest, with incoming calls flashing continuously. Since it was on silent mode, it didn't disturb his sleep.

But the screen would light up every few minutes due to the calls.

Jing Qiao knew that he wouldn't be angry if she answered his phone, but she wasn't used to doing so. Instead, she simply flipped his phone over, face down, out of sight, out of mind.

Jing Qiao sat in the car, waiting for Song Boyuan to wake up, idly scrolling through her phone and casually chatting with Su Lu.

deep: Xiao Caizi.

Jo: I suppose she counts as an ex-girlfriend? deep: I don't know. I also don't understand what's going on between her, Big Brother, and Song Jining. If things work out between you and Song Boyuan, ask him what exactly is happening between Xiao Caizi and Song Jining.

Jo: I know the two of them are married. They haven't had a wedding banquet, but they have already gotten their marriage certificate.

Jing Qiao sent this message and, after a moment's thought, felt it was a bit indelicate. If Xiao Caizi was already married to Song Jining and then prepared a lovingly cooked meal for Jing Su...

Although she's Jing Su's sister, she's also Jining's sister-in-law. Plus, being an illegitimate daughter herself, she had saversion to such matters.

However, Jing Qiao knew that Xiao Caizi was present at the tJing Su had been seriously injured in order to prevent Jing Ce from harming her. If it was to express gratitude or something similar by making a meal, it wasn't totally unreasonable.

deep: Anyway, just take a look. If convenient, ask Xiao Song.

deep: How is little Xiao Song doing? Is his recovery going well? It seemed his head injury wasn't healing very well.

Jo: He might have a weak constitution, so his recovery is slow.

After sending this message, Jing Qiao glanced at the sleeping Song Boyuan next to her.

His beautiful phoenix-like eyes were closed, and the wound on his forehead that had bled profusely was stitched with two cosmetic sutures.

But it did seem like it was not healing quickly.

deep: I think so too. He has lost a lot of weight. My brother was thin too, about the sas Song Boyuan is now, but back then he had just cout, so being thin was normal. He's regained his weight in recent times. Song Boyuan is even taller.

Song Boyuan, nearly 1.9 meters tall, indeed looked too thin now.

Jing Qiao sighed softly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable inside because she knew she felt sorry for him. Thinking it over, she began to casually chat with Su Lu while creating a shopping list on her phone.

When Song Boyuan woke up, what he saw was the sky turning dark outside, a pink floral-patterned blanket covering him, and the woman sitting beside him leaning earnestly on the car window, holding a phone in her hands, appearing very focused on noting something on the screen.

Song Boyuan's eyesight was still good; he covertly squinted to look at her phone screen.

He saw what she was noting down.

It was soup and food recipes.

Song Boyuan's gaze softened a bit. He glanced at the still-driving car.

He asked in a low voice, "Haven't we arrived yet? Where are we going?" His sudden speech startled the driver more than Jing Qiao; it's probably because Song Boyuan's temperament is usually so unpredictable, which makes him quite intimidating.

The driver stuttered, "Sir! We are going... are..." Jing Qiao intervened from the side, "Heading home." "Not there yet?" Song Boyuan asked. Despite not sounding unhappy, he lifted his hand to check his watch, "Should have reached beyond the province by now, right?" "I saw you were asleep and didn't want to wake you, so I just let the driver drive around aimlessly," Jing Qiao said.

Hearing this, Song Boyuan's expression didn't change much, but there was a hint of a pleased emotion in his eyes.

"A pink floral-patterned blanket?" Song Boyuan pinched a corner of the thin blanket that lay upon him with two fingers.

Jing Qiao smiled lightly, "I stopped by the roadside and bought it on a om whim. There was a discount area right by th door, selling off nap blankets. If you don't like it, give it back to me." Although Song Boyuan was only holding it between two fingers, he gripped it tightly and showed no sign of letting go.

Then he shook out the pink floral-patterned thin blanket lightly before folding it neatly and placing it beside him, apparently quite satisfied as he lightly patted it.

"Did you sleep well?" Jing Qiao asked him.

"Mhm," Song Boyuan nodded. He wanted to tell the driver to head home, but before he could speak, he heard Jing Qiao say, "Then cwithto the store to buy things." After thinking for a moment, Jing Qiao added, "Cto think of it, you've never accompaniedto the big marketplace before." Song Boyuan: "...I'll accompany you from now on." Jing Qiao smiled, looked up at the driver, and instructed, "Go to the big marketplace on Hushan Road. I've got a lot to buy." The driver promptly headed towards the marketplace.

Jing Qiao was still earnestly making her list on the phone, Song Boyuan glanced at it and asked, "Materials for food you're making for our uncle?" Jing Qiao paused, turned to look at him and said, "Materials for food I'm making for you." Although Song Boyuan was never expressive at any time, the slight widening of his eyes was quite noticeable.

"I just need something light and nutritious, something that helps with wound recovery" Jing Qiao turned to look at Song Boyuan. "You're the one who really needs nourishment."

"I'm okay," Song Boyuan was not a man accustomed to showing weakness, seemingly unwilling to worry her. If before, playing the sympathy card was to gain her empathy and forbearance, now that Jing Qiao had decided to forgive him and start over, Song Boyuan would rather not feign weakness to worry her. "Then later on you'll get on the scale and showhow much you weigh," Jing Qiao said calmly.

Song Boyuan didn't respond; he had secretly weighed himself the day before.

At 1.89 meters, his weight was barely under 140 kg. If he really got on the scale, he might get a scolding.

Song Boyuan honestly stated, "I only lost weight because I didn't acclimate well to Feng City recently."